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But when researchers at Bell Labs discovered that static tends to come from particular places in the sky, the whole field of radio astronomy opened up.

And when the day arrives I'll become the sky and I'll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me for I am going home. Nothing can stop me now.

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.

Smile, though your heart is aching_x000D_Smile, even though it's breaking_x000D_When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by _x000D_If you smile through your pain and sorrow_x000D_Smile and maybe tomorrow, _x000D_You'll see the sun come shining through for you.

As for me, I know nothing else but miracles, _x000D__x000D_Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, _x000D__x000D_Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, _x000D__x000D_Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, _x000D__x000D_Or stand under the trees in the woods, _x000D__x000D_Or talk by day with any one I love, _x000D__x000D_Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love, _x000D__x000D_Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon... _x000D__x000D_Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, _x000D__x000D_Or of stars shining so quiet and bright, _x000D__x000D_Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring..._x000D__x000D_What stranger miracles are there?

My life is like the summer rose_x000D__x000D_That opens to the morning sky, _x000D__x000D_But ere the shades of evening close _x000D__x000D_Is scattered on the ground - to die.

The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.

The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair_x000D__x000D_Mews at his knee for dainty fare;_x000D__x000D_Old Rover in his moss-greened house_x000D__x000D_Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse._x000D__x000D__x000D_In the dewy fields the cattle lie_x000D__x000D_Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky;_x000D__x000D_Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:_x000D__x000D_Gone is another summer's day.

In lang, lang days o' simmer, _x000D__x000D_When the clear and cloudless sky _x000D__x000D_Refuses ae weep drap o' rain _x000D__x000D_To Nature parched and dry, _x000D__x000D_The genial night, wi' balmy breath, _x000D__x000D_Gars verdue, spring anew, _x000D__x000D_An' ilka blade o' grass _x000D__x000D_Keps its ain drap o' dew.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, _x000D__x000D_All soft and still and fair; _x000D__x000D_The solemn hour of midnight _x000D__x000D_Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,_x000D__x000D__x000D_But most where trees are sending _x000D__x000D_Their breezy boughs on high, _x000D__x000D_Or stooping low are lending _x000D__x000D_A shelter from the sky._x000D__x000D__x000D_And there in those wild bowers _x000D__x000D_A lovely form is laid; _x000D__x000D_Green grass and dew-steeped flowers _x000D__x000D_Wave gently round her head.

We go in withering July_x000D__x000D_To ply the hard incessant hoe;_x000D__x000D_Panting beneath the brazen sky_x000D__x000D_We sweat and grumble, but we go.

How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end. As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?

There wouldn't be a sky full of stars if we were all meant to wish on the same one.

And having suffered for part of the war when I was a child. I was too young to really understand what was going on but one of my favorite pieces of animation now is that Goodbye Blue Sky in The Wall because that deals directly with that period in time.

Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

A small child has no ambitions, he has no desires. He is so absorbed in the moment - a bird on the wing catches his eye so totally; just a butterfly, its beautiful colors, and he is enchanted; the rainbow in the sky... and he cannot conceive that there can be anything more significant, richer than this rainbow. And the night full of stars, stars beyond stars... Innocence is rich, it is full, it is pure.

Meditation, witnessing, silently sitting and looking at the mind, will be of much help. Not forcing, simply sitting and looking. Not doing much, just watching as one watches birds flying in the sky. Just Lying down on the ground and watching, nothing to do, indifferent. Not your concern really, where they are going; they are going on their own.

Awareness is that state of mind which takes in everything-the crows flying across the sky, the flowers on the trees, the people sitting in front, the colors they are wearing - being extensively aware, which needs watching, observing, taking in the shape of the leaf, the shape of the trunk, the shape of the head of another, what he is doing.

Clear mind is like the full moon in the sky. Sometimes clouds come and cover it, but the moon is always behind them. Clouds go away, then the moon shines brightly. So don't worry about clear mind: it is always there. When thinking comes, behind it is clear mind. When thinking goes, there is only clear mind. Thinking comes and goes, comes and goes, You must not be attached to the coming or the going.

Astrology is a language. If you understand this language, the sky speaks to you.